The figure slowly lowered his hand, sat on the ground, and bowed his head.
Almost without hesitation.
Lynn rushed over, swift and frantic.
"Are you all right?! Captain!"
Constantine said nothing. He simply sat there in silence, but a barely perceptible hairline crack had appeared in the half-step Divine Spark between his brows.
He sat there for a long time.
But he knew.
He had already lost.
He had not lost in ability or technique. He had lost because of his upper limit.
Lynn gritted his teeth and immediately summoned surging firstborn power, pouring it into Constantine's spiritual body as he said:
"Don't move! If it's only a hairline crack, my primordial power should be able to repair it. It must be because you only just finished forging your half-step Divine Spark, because it hasn't stabilized yet! Don't move. Leave it to me."
The Captain gazed at him silently.
But at last.
He shook his head, sighed, and gave a series of bitter smiles.
"I lost, Lynn."
He simply had not been willing to concede.
The moment he condensed that half-step Divine Spark, he had already seen through Lynn's disguise and recognized the black-robed figure fighting him.
But he had not treated this as a sparring match. He had given it everything he had.
He had wanted to defeat him.
But that outcome had clearly been unrealistic.
Because in their contest of laws just now, he had already used power beyond that of a Demigod. Yet he was no longer the God of Death he had once been. Now, he was merely a Controller of death who had only just condensed a half-step Divine Spark.
"I took a shortcut."
Lynn looked at him as he spoke.
"If we were both Demigods, I would be nowhere near your equal."
He was